Flat land flamer freestyle

Baghbad now being a Trenchbaby is really glory
When you from the bottom you know how you gotta get it
It's about getting it, when from the flats we different
We live different, we been homeless
We been in the bandos, we been up, we been down
But no matter what, we been a flamer
I just gave my heart to my bitch so I can focus on the money
Cause I'm tryna get rich
Sonic boom, like, jsu we got drums and sticks
Billy heem been reppin' pru since he was six
Whole block masked up, all my niggas sick
Labels tryna sign me, gotta have that right splits
No crooked contracts, I'm too smart for the bullshit
Cod guns in real life with the dick clips
I just gave my heart to a bitch and put the digits up
Meezy he might take the charge if the niggas shoot it up
Fuck racks, I need millions, niggas tryna add it up
Get bucks like Giannis, I just triple double it
I just hit a lick, I took my mama out to dinner
I just hit a lick and prayed , I'ma born sinner
I just hit a lick and circle back like a top spinner
Took a L, my daddy text me, boy, you still a winner
Drop top, heater on while it's raining in the winter
Grinding all summer just to be the hottest in the winter
Grinding all seasons, I don't need reasons to get even
You bland, tryna copy all my seasoning
Got a new bitch and she better than the old one
Got a new whip, it don't drive like the old one
Got a new stick that'll brr, like the old one
Got some new racks and I'ma blow em like I'm On one
Pedal to the floor, screeching to pirellis. on fire
Jersey's in the rafters, but that nigga ain't retired
Doing drugs, used to numb the pain they getting higher
Bench pressing so many shells, they arms tired
Flatlands, flatlands, yeah, I'm bangin flatlands
No silver spoon, it's on savage, it's on my land
We was hungry, meezy he brought the food back to our clan
Ay, ay, ay
Flatlands, flatlands, yeah, I'm bangin flatlands
My niggas don't gun play cause they all got hands
Walk it down on your mans, get the clap and with two hands
Black it out, I'm in the trance, pulling off an 87 trans am
Damn, I ain't playing, wave the chopper like Prince Guitar
When I dance, crew love, she just want me and my mans
All type top of tongues, on my dick, she must be from France
Ay, ay, ay
March Madness, on repeat for two days
Pop a pill like a zombie now I'm in a daze
House so big, get lost like a maze
Runtz got the room filled with the white have
I pray for better days and got blessed in many ways
Devil keep it distance, just stay where you stay
I prayed and now i feel amazing
Hot boy, bitch, I'm blazing
Chopsticks ridin with me and like my bitch is asian
Big spliffs in the G-Wagon blazing
New Orleans bitch, I was feeling cajun
Get the money thall keep aging
Double R, big body, road raging
700 horses, ain't no patient
Celebrate my success, so you hating
No lawyers, such a dick, no debating
Ay, ay, ay
Me and my daddy used to watch speed racer
I'm taking 42, no chaser
If she got eyes, I ain't gotta chase her
Sticky fingers, so I gotta touch the paper
Flatland flamers, it's a section out of game
Flatland flamers, crack babies ain't to blame
Flatland flamers and I put it on the name
Citha, citha, citha, citha
I can feel my feet when I'm stepping
I can hear my tone when I'm repping
I can feel my body when I'm zoning
I don't see the end when I'm going
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Flatlands, flatlands
Flatlands, flatlands
Flatlands, flatlands